Last night, we had dinner along the same running path I use in mornings. When we first moved here, I thought we'd do this sort of thing all the time. Pick a pretty day, walk outside your house, see beautiful views of the lake and surrounding mountains, then eat a pile of spaghetti with the sound of lapping waves in the background. Perfect! And yet, we've NEVER done it. Until last night... we got dressed up, brought our camera, and took pictures as if the scenes were all brand new.
Here's the start... about 15 steps from our front door. It was already pretty.
After a while, you pass great houses and equally beautiful views.
We passed the entrance to the Museum of Culture, which looked even more inviting at night. This site has old columns, benches, statues, and pretty landscaping all along the water.
After this point, there are no more cars, just a tiny, sometimes gravel, sometimes cobblestone path that includes natural water fountains, places to feed ducks, and the occasional leash-less dog. I love this part.
And after about 15 minutes, you're here. At a little, open air restaurant right on the water.
I was fascinated by Ryan, and he was fascinated by the spider web on the statue next to our table. He kept getting distracted. I would catch his eyes averting, mid-sentence. I'd stop talking, follow his gaze, and he'd say, "he got something!" or, "they must only come out at night," and, "there's two of them!"
It was the perfect way to break up a work week (my work these days is packing, which totally counts). We've done the walk plenty of times, but adding dinner somehow changes the vibe. Hopefully, we can squeeze one more in before we leave, because I'm sort of in love with this night.
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